The dark night settles
Last prayer of the day
A heart finally finding it's way
I am picturing beautiful petals
Ignoring the ongoing darkness
Pacing itself into my soul
I am coping with the hardness
Just wanting to be whole
All the beauty present
Making my being feel full
Nature guiding back to the present
My grandma and her wool
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Author:
Cerise (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 1st, 2026 16:40
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Comments3
Nicely written.Your poem explores the journey towards inner peace and wholeness amidst darkness and struggle.
Ah nothing like grandma's wool. A fun read
Good read
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